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Feb 25
I drive the screwdriver through my own heart and
Stuff the open wound with my fist and
Swaddle myself in threadbare cloth and
Get to work,
Gathering up the pins to
Try and stitch my skin back together again.
worse, each time
Theanm Ankh Is Also Human
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Theanm Ankh Is Also Human  19/F/A Small Corner of Hell
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